Move Her Ass

Lois grit her teeth. Her whole consciousness seemed to focus on her ass. The thing in her butt, holding her asshole open, the hot meatstick that she was dying to have blow its load inside of her.

A dick, the reporter admitted to herself. Blaze's dick. I have to make it cum. I have to make it cum in my butt.

It was the only way. Because Lois knew she needed the demon's addictive cum...but she couldn't risk taking it in her cunt. Couldn't risk getting pregnant. Already she could feel the craving gnaw at her, her empty pussy begging to be filled, but if she gave in—if she pulled out and begged Blaze to cream her cunt—Lois knew that she would be lost. Totally and forever a **** to the demon's dong.

Sweaty and shaking on her hands and knees, Lois Lane began to move.

It was her first time having a real cock in her ass. The warm, stiff length of it wasn't exactly painful, but it was different—not pleasurable either. Just a presence where Lois had never expected one. She didn't know what the limits of her ass were, and every movement that moved it in or out was so new, so different.

So hot.

There was a heat building inside of her ass, and her needy, traitorous cunt was dripping as Lois pressed her ass cheeks against Blaze's abs, the length of the demon's dick almost feeling like it was splitting her in two.

Lois wanted to laugh. Something came to her then, one of those stupid lines from those stupid articles—a porn star talking about anal sex and how cocks always felt bigger in your ass than they looked. She got it now, she knew exactly what the porn star meant.

Pushing past the unpleasantness, Lois began to shift her hips and thighs. Back and forth, back and forth, rocking on that fat prick, the swollen demon dick stretching her asshole out, the rim of her rectum stretched and burning now, really burning. Lois bit her lip to stifle a moan, a scream, a howl of pain or something else. She just wanted it to end, to pull that hard hot length out of her and shove an ice pack on her gaping sore butthole, but she couldn't, dared not, not until the demon came.

"Harder, sweetmeat." Blaze whispered. "Faster."

Lois did her best to comply. She could feel the demon's hands on her ass-cheeks, kneading and massaging, pulling them wide to stare...the reporter could almost feel those eyes on her, watching the scarlet dick stretch the pink rim of her asshole taut and full, to see the length of her fat cock disappear into the depths of Lois' bowels, to watch her shame and despair and desperation as she gripped the carpet with her hands and pushed herself back faster and harder.

Her asshole was a burning ring of fire, and the swollen head was stabbing deep inside of her whenever her buttcheeks slammed into the demon's hips. They were both panting now, lost in the motion, Lois' thrusts growing more frantic and erratic as she felt her mind hanging on by a thread, the way it sometimes happened when she was having sex, when it didn't matter where or when or who might come in, but she had to finish, had to, had to...

Cum.

There was a soft grunt from behind Lois. A single throb as the cock splitting her in two seemed to grow infinitesimally fatter, and then something warm and liquid filled her bowels. Lois' heart leaped in elation at this little victory, even as the hunger deep within her receded a little, temporarily sated by her fix.

Lois pressed her ass hard against Blaze and began to grind it. The reporter hadn't cum yet. She wasn't sure she could cum with just her ass. But the need was there, and she wasn't going to stop...but the demon's next words froze her in place.